she now â thirty-seven-year-olds?â
I had to laugh too. I donât think my mum has ever even touched a lipstick, let alone owned one.
Then I stopped laughing.
âHey,â I said. âWhatâs all this for anyway? Why are you suddenly so interested in wearingmake-up? And itâs not like weâre going out anywhere â youâre spending the evening in my kitchen, remember?â
Alice shook her head.
âThe make-upâs not for me, Dork-head. Iâm not the one going on a romantic date, am I?â
I laughed again as I picked up a sparkly eye shadow.
âHmmm,â I said. âI think this shade would be perfect on your dad. Just right to bring out the blue in his eyes.â
âHa, ha,â said Alice. âVery funny. Not. You know well that all this stuff is for Linda.â
I sighed.
âWell, I suppose I know now,â I said. âBut Linda doesnât need all that make-up. Sheâs pretty enough as she is.â
Alice started to gather up the stuff and put it into a giant make-up bag.
âCareful, Meg,â she said. âDonât start sounding like your mother. Never forget, thereâs no one so pretty she canât be improved with some nicemake-up.â
âNow whoâs sounding like her mother?â I snapped.
Alice gave me a quick hug.
âSorry,â she said. âI shouldnât have said that. Letâs just agree that neither of us is going to turn into our mothers. Ever. OK?â
I nodded. I didnât want to fight with Alice. And besides, messing about with make-up would be fun â especially without Mum there looking over my shoulder and saying I was wasting my life.
There was still one problem thought.
âWhat are we going to say to Linda?â I asked. âWe canât say â âHey, Linda, youâd better put on some make-up, just in case a handsome prince happens to drop by tonight?ââ
Alice suddenly started to laugh so much she couldnât talk. When she finally recovered, she said,
âI donât think you could exactly call my dad a handsome prince. Do you?â
Now I laughed too.
âMaybe if we got him to wear a satin shirt â¦â¦â
ââ¦â¦ and some white tights,â added Alice.
ââ¦â¦ and we could borrow a donkey from the donkey sanctuary and he could arrive on that â¦â¦.â I finished.
By now we were both laughing so much we had to lie on the bed and roll around for a while. It was nice.
Eventually Alice sat up.
âEnough of that,â she said. âLetâs go next door. Weâve got work to do.â
* * *
Linda was surprised when Alice and I suggested that we give her a makeover. She even sounded a little bit insulted.
âActually Iâm quite happy with the way I look,â she said.
Alice smiled her best smile.
âYou look fab,â she said. âBut we have to give someone a makeover, and thereâs no-one else around.â
Linda looked a bit less cross.
âBut why do you have to give someone a makeover?â she asked.
I looked desperately at Alice.
âItâs a project,â she said.
âFor Guides,â I added. That sounded a bit stupid, but by the time I realised that, the words were already out of my mouth.
âHmmmm,â said Linda. âGuides must have changed a lot since I was there. In my day it was mostly about lighting camp-fires and tying complicated knots and polishing shoes for old ladies.â
âOh, Guides is very different nowadays,â said Alice. âWe do all kinds of interesting stuff. Last week we went white-water rafting.â
I kicked Alice to quieten her. Did that girl never know when to stop?
Linda looked like she didnât believe Alice, but she didnât say so.
âWell,â she said. âIf youâre going to do my make-up I suppose weâd better get on with it.Iâm getting even older